Can any hide himself in secret places that I shall not see him? saith the Lord.
Do not I fill heaven and earth?
Words: Benjamin Beddome (1717–1795). Published posthumously in Hymns Adapted to Public Worship (London: Burton & Briggs, 1818), number 12, alt.
God’s Universal Presence.
If you know where to get a good picture of Beddome (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
Should hostile powers against me join,
I have a helper all divine;
To Him my soul shall quickly fly,
On Him my steadfast faith rely.
Torn from th’embraces of my friends,
Exiled to earth’s remotest ends;
Yet would I live devoid of fear,
Knowing that God is present there.
Weighed down with guilt, o’erwhelmed with grief,
From Him I seek and find relief;
When dread alarms spread all around,
In Him alone is succor found.
When outward comforts are withdrawn,
I am content with Him alone;
No real loss can me befall,
For He is mine, and He is all.
He’s ever good, and ever nigh,
He lives when worlds of creatures die;
This glorious God will ever be,
Sufficient for Himself and me.